Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
For my void, which hides the light and challenges me to walk by my heart. This is the first of a two-part series called Shadow Mirrors. Part A is Kind. "Cruel" - Recorded 05/20/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them hurt me…likegale force wind on the trunk of a pine, bowing to … Continue reading Cruel
For my guiding light, for the star which shines on this path I walk. This is the first of a two-part series called Shadow Mirrors. Part B is Cruel. "Kind" - Recorded 05/20/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them love me…likesunlight on the skin of a child, lost to warlikeribbon flesh caught … Continue reading Kind
For... "All the World" - Recorded 2/15/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them On another Sunday,Evening or early morning,Risen myBody,Still warm and yet empty,Still calling, calmly now,For you,Beaming eyes likeThunder and a crash in the distance.There is a color and it is Not Grey.Do you remember the knocking?Terror and remorse,Then a sudden … Continue reading All the World
Written in collaboration with Nataliyshka from Belarus. My sincere gratitude for the inspiration and light you have brought to life today. "Path" - Recorded 9/12/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Nataliyshka:Сухая пустыня, выжжена земляНет жизни, только песок и жараЖжет огонь и не даёт расти.Выжигает жизнь на своем пути.Суша встречает капли дождя.Шепчет … Continue reading Path
"In Dreams and Between the Falling Beams of Light" - Recorded 2/19/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them holding youin a quiet place of contentment i wake from the dreammy arms emptywith longing in my hearta tired stillnesshanging over meas a cloudthe ephemeral nature of this we call life "to love and … Continue reading In Dreams and Between the Falling Beams of Light
I have a friend who tells me she is broken, as so many pieces, shattered and scattered across the years, and I must admit I feel this way at times. There are moments when I am weak, finding myself alone in so many ways, despite the comforting words, the presence, even the intimate embrace of … Continue reading Broken
A thick, black fog hangs low over this place now. Long shadows cast by rolling waves of darkness spilling across the houses and walkways. With each passing second, breathing becomes increasingly labored. The windswept streets grow empty and desolate, As the life that once filled them hides behind doors and walls of brick, As … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)
Know that Though I have said so many things To so many of you And though you have responded With such kindness and love that it draws the tears from my eyes as from a well These things are only temporary; I will be gone some day And there may be no person to speak … Continue reading In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen
Inspired by the poem Not to Wonder by Tornadoday. To not be filled with wonder When staring up at the starry skies above When looking out at the great expanse and seeing only light In all directions Moving So fast And yet so slowly As representations of long-dead distant worlds float ceaselessly through empty space … Continue reading To Not Be Filled with Wonder
Empty Feel like Something Not right Dead dreams Dark night Fog moon No light Sun rise New day New hope New way
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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